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Bishop Phillips Brooks .... Mary L. Jones, Alice L. Brewster 269 

Thk Little Rainbow Maiden Florence Converse 274 

Forecasts of the Future in "Paracelsus" and "In 

Memoriam" Qrace E. Grenell 280 

The Tale of a Blauk Cat Jane Williams 289 

Was It Robbery? L. Elizabeth White 290 

A Parable of a Soul's Search Grace Eldridge Mix 293 

Editorial • 298 

The Free Press 301 

Exchanges 305 

College Notes 806 

Society Notes 310 

College Bulletin 314 

Alumnae Notes 314 

Deaths 810 

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IT is with feelings of reverence that, on behalf of '89, we accept the privi- 
lege of offering this tribute to the memory of Bishop Brooks. The won- 
drous strength of Dr. Brooks's life has been fully dwelt upon by men of 
power and eloquence all over our land, and yet we cannot refrain from 
giving additional expression to the honor we would join all men in paying 
his illustrious memory. It was ours to come into favored relations with 
Dr. Brooks in the early days of our college course, and, through his connec- 
tion with us as an honorary member of our class, we enjoyed a personal 
relation with him which must prove one of the most valuable associations 
of our college life, and of which we would wish in some measure to ex- 
press our appreciation. 

The brave, loyal young life of her who first suggested this possible rela- 
tion, mere than three years ago, turned her eyes toward the "new light;" 


and, were she but here to speak for us, a tribute more worthy might fall 
from her gifted pen and sympathetic heart. The faith and earnestness of 
her life had been much enriched by her repeated readings of Dr. Brooks's 
writings ; and, with that marked devotion to our class interests which she 
ever manifested, she sought to have us all brought into a closer knowl- 
edge of the man. The prompt and courteous reply which came to our 
secretary in response to our request was expressive of that sincerity and 
cordiality which marked all our later intercourse with him ; and it was, 
perhaps, with pardonable pride that we welcomed his first coming among 
us. Under the pressure of his many engagements, we could not expect 
him to be with us frequently, and yet the warm interest he continually 
manifested, and the strong, inspiring messages he would leave to us, in com- 
mon with all who gathered within the chapel walls, were repeated evidences 
of his willingness to give unselfishly of his time and of himself in bearing 
words of truth and courage to young hearts. 

In the quiet which comes after the first shock of sad tidings is passed, it is 
perhaps, possible to realize more fully what it means to us as a class to have 
known Dr. Brooks as we have. Not to form an estimate of his influence, 
for with one accord we place no limits upon that. It must be as unending 
and as far-reaching as the truths he repeatedly uttered. Nor can we feel we 
would have his sanction in dwelling upon the force of his personality, inspir- 
ing and spiritual as his presence seemed. Rather, he would bind our hearts in 
closer loyalty and deeper earnestness through the universal truth and single- 
ness of message which he never failed to convey. That message can go to 
every life, whether in private or public employments, whether in sorrow or 
joy, whether in doubt and perplexity, or whether seeing " the light in 
truth's clear sky." In the one it cannot fail to strengthen and succor; in the 
other, it is as unfailing to bless and stimulate to further activity. A life of 
action was his, the spiritual with the practical, the one the firm foundation 
of the other, but the former so continually widening and deepening that it 
could support a structure of continually growing proportions. 

Men and women of all creeds, and men and women of no creed, equally 
held his respect and sympathy, and he theirs. Social reforms, public and 
private enterprises, all that would tend to lift humanity on to a higher 
plane, found in him a ready champion. And side by side with these inter- 


ests were those many private acts and ministries which are so beautiful to 
know about, and yet the half of which will never be told. 

That a life which came among us with the simplicity of Dr. Brooks's 
should have revealed such deep and practical truths, should have shown 
how the earnest, steady pursuing of one line of truthful work could have 
accomplished so much for humanity, is no small factor in the lesson which 
his lifework has taught. The catholicity of his heart and the wide horizon 
of his thought, the sincerity of his purpose, and a spirit so continually in 
touch with the activities of the world, — are not these a part of the rich 
inheritance to which '89, in common with all humanity, may lay claim? 

Possibly the mystery of Dr. Brooks's death grows less when we dwell 
upon the wondrous power of his life. That power forbids analysis. It was 
given of God, and was directed with that single eye to His service that 
fitted him to be called to higher courses of service long before our limited 
vision would willingly see his active labors ended here. 

In the grandeur of his strength he left our world. With him was the 
fountain of life, and in his light shall we see light. 

Every '89 girl remembers her joyous thrill of pride and sense of kinship 
with the world outside our college walls when Dr. Brooks, in his great- 
hearted, whole-souled way, stepped into our little ranks and allied himself 
with the Class of '89. 

It was a unique position for Dr. Brooks to sustain, and might easily have 
been laid aside by one whose life energies were claimed by the great world 
of suffering humanity. Hence it was with full hearts, as the years went on, 
that the Class of '89 recognized the ready interest and response of that in- 
spired voice and life to the wish or need which was expressed. 

I see again in Wellesley's halls an eager, happy group of girls surround- 
ing that magnificent personality who, so often during those four years, gave 
to us the blessing of a life which sprang itself from the heart of God. 

That was a charmed circle, of which Dr. Brooks made the centre, and, 
truly, the hearts of those girls burned within them as they talked with 
him ! How full of questions those hours were ! As if a group of college 
girls were the one element in which he found himself most at home, Dr. 


Brooks turned from one to another of his listeners, now sportively laying 
claim to some new class or college privilege, then joining a hearty laugh at 
the difficulties in his way. How many were the arrangements playfully 
made for his entrance to the "Five Years' Course " ! 

Again, the conversation would take a serious turn. The heart of a new 
book would be laid bare, the progress of some social movement revealed 
in all its vital relations to life. And always the fair, flushed face of one 
eager questioner is vividly before me, — she whose deep and earnest nature, 
in the loyal love of truth, held ever in its heart the ties of '89 with all that 
led into the higher planes of life. 

Perhaps the question turned on the subject of a preceding talk or sermon, 
and then, in a simple way, the spiritual life of each was quickened and 
stirred by the pure fire of the soul which touched it in an answer. 

And always with the thought of Dr. Brooks will rise to mind the evening 
chapel hour — a room crowded to overflowing — the swaying of that majes- 
tic form behind the desk — the full torrent of words — the breathless hush 
— and, last of all, the heart of the listener glowing from the warm touch of 
Divine love through God's inspired prophet ! 

Tree-day was an occasion which drew Dr. Brooks to the college several 
times during the four years. Those were days when the individualities of 
class life were made prominent, but over all was fostered that distinctive 
feeling of the college girl, — her love for "Alma Mater." Dr. Brooks never 
failed to catch and reflect, in the full sunshine of his great presence, the 
spirit of enthusiasm due the day. And how dear to the heart of every '89 
girl was the merry pride with which he marked himself a junior or sopho- 
more with '89 ! 

Then came a tree-day when '89's peace of mind demanded the substitu- 
tion of an aspiring sapling in place of her tiny tulip fledgling. The excite- 
ment of the day had been great. Of course, Dr. Brooks had been told of 
the real tree's obstinacy, and had heartily sympathized with our course of 
action. The end of the day had come, when the camera was doing its 
work, and the artist was busy arranging his groups. The light had left the 
• little plot of ground about our tree, and a more remote spot had been se- 
lected by the artist for our picture. There was a disappointed chorus of 
voices. Then Dr. Brooks cheerily exclaimed, " Of course we must have 


our picture taken by the tree ! " Immediately raising from its loose resting- 
place the tall young substitute, amid the amused smiles of many, he headed 
the procession of laughing girls to a place where tree and sun could unite 
in harmony with the class. 

I see yet another tree-day, when a dark-gowned procession winds forth 
from the college doors. This day was no longer one of thoughtless, careless 
pleasure. It was the last of our tree-days, when the anticipation of new as- 
sociations was superseded by the thought of separation from the old ; and 
yet, pulsing through the pain of parting, was the joy of life to come, and the 
heart's out-reaching to the work of its maturer years. 

Again Dr. Brooks was one of our company, dressed in the same dark gown, 
and still the sharer of our interests. And again our hearts burned within 
us ! For he, whose relations to the great, wide world were so immediate, 
who had ministered to it from the deep courses of his own life, was by his 
very presence uplifting our hearts to a sense of their new undertaking, and 
bidding them be pure and strong. 

For the Class of '89 will always remain the memory of a Sunday evening 
in our senior year, when we gathered for a last talk with Dr. Brooks before 
our graduation. How full that hour was with a sense of our peculiar privi- 
lege, and the reality of his fellowship with us ! Simply, as if one of us, he 
sat in our midst and read from the first chapter of Philippians : " Being 
confident of this very thing, that he which hath begun a good work in you 
will perform it until the day of Jesus Christ." 

In the strength of that trust, in the glory of that charge he left us, with 
the full outpouring of his great heart of courage, in a " God bless you, 
every one ! " And still that message will ring in our hearts, borne to us on 
the wings of a risen soul. 

For the Class of '89, 

Mary L. B. Jones. 
Alice L. Brewster. 



THIS is the story of the little rainbow maiden who lived long, long ago 
beside the great stone under the rainbow, — the beautiful rainbow 
standing in the midst of the four kingdoms, the four broad kingdoms, that 
make up together all the here and all the otherwhere of the world, save the 
borderland, the strip of grassy plain beneath the rainbow, where the little 
maiden dwelt beside the great stone. The bow stood like the arch of a 
wide portal between Fairyland and the Mortal Dominions ; and the ends of 
it were locked deep down in the Dark Kingdom, and above, on the curve, 
rested the Kingdom of Light. But the grassy plain, being a borderland, 
belonged to no one, and no one dwelt there till the little maiden came to 
break the spell that was cast upon the great stone, — the great gray stone 
that the gnomes had hurled up out of the darkness long, long ago. For it 
was because of the gnomes that it all happened, all the story ; and this was 
the beginning : — 

Once there were some young light-spirits who set out to see the world, 
and in their journeying they went down into the Dark Kingdom. But, when 
they stood glistening amid all the blackness, the envious gnomes, enraged 
and half-blinded by the strange light, fell upon them and bound them with 
jeweled chains — poor young spirits! — and cast them into the middle of 
the great stone. And they sealed the stone with a spell, which was : — 

Till there shall be born a mortal, 

In the month of tears and smiling, 
When the world-wide, rainbow portal, 

Sun and show'r to shape beguiling, 
Casts its shadow into heaven 

On a shining, white-light morning, 
On the holy-day in seven ; 

Till the fairies cease their scorning 

Of the weakling mortal power; 
Till they seek and find and care for, 

Spite their doubting, this young mortal ; 
Till the mortal, knowing wherefore, 

Wills beneath the rainbow portal 
By the stone to dwell forever, — 
May their spell be broken never. 

Then the fairies set to work to do their part in breaking the spell ; and 

year after year they kept watch in all the houses of all the mortals in the 


Mortal Kingdom, on all the Sundays in all the months of April. And there 
were babies born at these times, hundreds and hundreds of babies, but never 
when the rainbow-shadow hung in the sky. But because fairies are not 
easily discouraged they kept on watching and waiting, till at last one April 
Sunday it rained while the sun shone, and far, far from the borderland, in a 
remote part of the Mortal Kingdom, a baby came into the world, and the 
rainbow shadow quivered in the heavens. 

But it was a girl-baby, a tiny mite of a girl-baby ; and whereas fairies 
acknowledged that girl-fairies were quite powerful beings, they were rather 
contemptuous of girl-mortals long, long ago. Still, this was the only one 
who had been born under the shadow of the rainbow, and, much as they 
might doubt her power, they determined to try her, and meanwhile to keep 
watch for other babies. 

So they went to the baby's mother, and they told her all about it; and 
they told her what a great future lay before the little child, and begged her 
for the baby. And the mother was grieved and troubled because she could 
not go with her baby to the borderland ; and she wept, for this was all the 
baby she had ; but she yielded for the baby's sake, and the fairies carried it 
away. And this is her story, — the story of the little rainbow maiden who 
lived long, long ago beside the great stone, under the rainbow. 

They laid her in the shadow of the stone, and they fed her fairy food, and 
they wove her fairy gowns ; and she lay there on the grass and cooed softly 
to herself and pressed her tiny hand against the great stone while she stared 
with baby wonder at the rainbow ribbon stretched above her head. 

So time passed, and as she grew older she would roll over on the grass till 
she touched the stone, and then she would lie quiet, while her small hands 
strayed restlessly over its rugged sides. And when she could creep she 
crept round and round the stone, following its shadow as it moved with the 
sun ; till one day she raised herself up upon her feet beside it, and toddled 
round it, grasping at its jagged points, and crowing little victorious, baby 
crows, with nobody by to listen. For the fairies knew she was safe, and as 
long as they fed her and clothed her and shielded her from harm they could 
not see what else they ought to do ; they did not understand the ways of 
mortal babies. 

So this baby grew up with no one to kiss her and say soft baby words to 


her, for the mortals near the borderland were too busy to notice her much, 
and when they did pass that way they only wondered curiously about her, 
and said it was a strange experiment and they doubted if it would succeed. 

And on the whole she saw more of fairies than she did of mortals, though 
she saw but little of either. And when she learned to speak she spoke fairy 
words, but her thoughts were the thoughts of a mortal ; and so it happened 
that the mortals who spoke with her said : — 

" What a queer way she has of saying things! " 

And the fairies who listened to her said : " What queer things she says ! " 

And neither understood her clearly. 

And she was much alone as she grew up, but- she was happy, for she knew 
no other life, and she lived in a beautiful world. On the one side the 
Mortal Dominions sloped gently downward from the grassy plain, and she 
could see green fields, and little villages, and trees and rivers, and a spar- 
kling bit of the sea, and far, far away dim cloud-capped hills. And on the 
other side Fairyland sloped gently upward from the grassy plain ; and there 
were orchards of golden apple trees, and strange plants, and queer-shaped 
rocks and caverns, and dragons, and all manner of odd creatures wandering 
about. And as the little maiden grew she loved all the beautiful things, 
and she sang little songs about them to herself; but she stayed always near 
the great stone, touching it often, and clambering over it, and playing hap- 
pily in its shadow. 

And at last one day, when she had grown old enough to understand 
some things, the fairies came to her and told her the story of the stone and of 
her own small life, and bade her choose to go or stay, for they had no power 
to keep her. 

Then she clasped her small hands and laid them upon the stone and said : 
"I know now why I care about the stone, and why I touch it often. I 
could not go away and leave it here and know that there were spirits within 
that I might have set free. Why is it you say choose ? I see no other way 
but this. My mother had not sent me far from her, had she not known 'twas 
well I stayed. Dear fairies, I will stay ; it was meant so." 

And they went away and left her beside the stone. 

After this she began to work steadily, — to rub the stone with twigs and 
grass and bits of rock, and to stroke it with her hands. Even at night she 


pressed her cheek against it as she lay beside it on the grass, and it became 
smoother and smoother. Then as she grew people began to call her "the 
little rainbow maiden," for she was tiny; and she was pretty, with soft hair, 
and shining eyes, that still loved to gaze up wonderingly, as the baby eyes 
had done, at the rainbow ribbon. So she grew to be a young girl, almost a 
woman, and the stone was polished smooth on many sides. 

And one day as she worked, singing softly, there was a flash of light, violet 
light, from the stone, and as she started away from it a tall youth leaped out 
of the glow. He was a beautiful spirit clad in royal garments, and from 
his ankle dangled an amethyst chain, which had bound him within the 
stone. He stood for an instant, and then, kneeling before her, he spoke, 
saying pompously : — 

"Most mighty princess! Yonder in the fields of the sunset rise the ame- 
thyst walls of my royal city against the evening sky ; go thither with me 
and I will clothe you in purple, and you shall rule over me and mine for- 
ever. Grant me the boon of your love ! " 

But the little maiden, standing beside the stone that glowed now with a 
violet light on one of its polished sides, turned her eyes upon the spirit and 
said : — 

" Long have I watched the amethyst walls of your city shining against the 
evening sky, and I would that I might dwell therein, but there are other 
spirits within the stone, and my hand alone may set them free ; so must I 
rest me content to dwell without the walls ; it was meant so. And for that 
love of which you speak, before this time have I never heard thereof; how, 
then, can I give to you that which is not mine to give? Yet tell me what I 
may do to pleasure you, and that will I gladly." 

Then the spirit unbound the fetter from his ankle and held it out to her, 
saying : 

"Wear, then, this jewel to pleasure me; and it shall be, when you have 
found that which is called love, that you shall give to me that love, or you 
shall give again the fetter ; and as you will to do, so shall I rest me 

So the little maiden clasped the amethyst fetter as a collar around her 
throat, but it was heavy and choking, for the gnomes had forged it, and it 
tired her so that she worked more slowly. But she wore it, for she could 


not bear to grieve the violet spirit, who came often to tell her wonderful 
tales of the great city in the sunset. 

And again, after many days, there was a flash of light from the stone, — a 
dark flash like the blue of the sea, — and again a spirit knelt before her; but 
this one besought her to hasten with him to the sparkling ocean, where she 
might float all night on the dark, dancing waves, with myriads of phosphor 
fairies ever ready to do her bidding. And he too begged for her love ; but 
she sighed and said she had none to give him ; and for his sake she wore for 
a bracelet the manacle of sapphires that had hung from his wrist. And it 
made her hand heavy and tired, and her work more slow, but she wore it for 
his sake. 

So from time to time, and ever it was a longer time, the spirits came one 
by one from the stone: a pale-blue light, a green light, an orange light, and 
a yellow light ; and each in turn begged that she might give him her love 
and dwell with him in his own best-loved dwelling, — 'mid the blue of the 
sky ; deep down in an emerald pool ; in the wonderful flicker of a flame ; 
or, with the yellow light, where mortals danced all through the night and 
were happy. But the little maiden shook her head to all, and to the yellow 
light she answered that it must content her to watch the fairies dance on the 
hillside in the pale moonlight; it was meant so. And each in turn gave her 
jewels to wear, — turquoise, emerald, topaz, and creamy, yellow pearl; and 
they were such heavy jewels. 

But when the yellow light had come the spirits pointed to the rainbow, 
saying : — 

"When one more has been set free, our number will be complete, and 
then you may choose with whom to dwell." 

And at last, in spite of the heavy fetters, one day the stone glowed with a 
deep crimson light, and out of the rosy flush a spirit stepped, clad in flowing, 
priest-like robes of scarlet. 

" O noble maiden ! " said the spirit, " far away in the Mortal Kingdom is 
a great cathedral, and one day I floated down through a stained window 
and lay on the marble floor and worshiped. Come, then, and worship with 
me, for your task is ended." 

And the little maiden looked out wistfully upon the Mortal Kingdom, 
where a tall spire glistened in the sunlight, and she laid her hand upon the 
glittering stone and sighed, and shook her head, saying : — 


" I know not wherefore, but I must not leave the stone. All is not ended. 
Some power holds me here. Leave me ; I cannot leave the stone. Go you 
and worship. It was meant so." 

So she worked wearily day after day, while the sun shone on the stone 
and dazzled her eyes and made them ache. And one day when the spirits 
were standing by, a great white light spread from the heart of the stone to 
its outer edges ; and up from the middle there arose a spirit whose fetters 
fell from him in glimmering showers and lay like dewdrops on the grass. 
And the other spirits gave a great shout and cast themselves upon the earth, 
crying : — 

"All hail to the Prince of the White Light, the son of the King of the 
Light Kingdom ! " 

And he said: "Knew ye not I was imprisoned within the stone ? " 

But they answered: "Nay, Prince; we thought you wandered upon 
earth, having escaped the gnomes." 

"Hasten, then," said he, "to give the news to all the world, and to the 
King, my father, who mourns for me." 

And they hastened to do his bidding. 

He was a tall, shining, glorious spirit, and standing beside the little rain- 
bow maiden, he looked down at her, saying gently : — 

" Child, what reward has been promised to you ? " 

Then something strange stirred within the heart of the little rainbow 
maiden, for none in all the world had spoken such words to her before, and 
she said : — 

"Wonderful spirit, I have lived much alone and have been little taught, 
and for that word ' reward,' I know not of its meaning ; but there has been 
no thing promised to me. It was to this end that I was born, that the spell 
might be broken." 

Then the spirit smiled and passed his hand over her soft hair, and his 
voice was music as he said : — 

"You are a dear child; but tell me, wherefore do you wear these jewels? 
Were they not given in recompense?" 

Sadly the little maiden smiled, and wearily shook her head as she 
answered : — 

" Nay, spiiit ; I wear these jewels for that I have no love to give the spirits 


who came from the stone, and it grieved them ; but when that I shall find 
the love, then shall I give it to a spirit, and to the others the jeweled fetters 
again. Alas ! they are heavy, heavy fetters ! " 

Then as they stood together there came back all the other spirits, and 
with them all the other people of all the other kingdoms, crowding around 
the borderland. And the little maiden looked at the seven spirits and then 
at the one spirit, and she said to him : — 

" Will you lay the fetters upon the grass so that the other spirits may 
take them up ? " 

And he did so. After, he kissed her, saying no word ; and he took her in 
his arms and carried her up to the land above the rainbow, while all the 
people shouted. 

Then the fairies hung the great stone in the palace of the fairy queen, for 
a light. 

And to the mortals nothing was given ; but the mother of the little rain- 
bow maiden said : — 

" Let us rejoice that one among us has been considered worthy to dwell 
in the Light Kingdom forever." 

Florence Converse. 


IN the Poets' Corner of Westminster Abbey stand side by side the memo- 
rials of England's greatest musicians. Tennyson was not a composer ; 
his art was interpreting with skilled touch and. true musical insight the 
clear chords and beautiful melodies of this, our own, century. But Brown- 
ing, with bold, prophetic vision, has gathered up the apparent discords as 
well as the harmonious passages of the Nineteenth Century symphony, and, 
mingling with them his own strong octaves, has, with marvelous modula- 
tions, woven a new, strange composition which bewilders and attracts, 
arouses and inspires — a foretaste of the music of the coming age. 

Tennyson and Browning are associated as poets of the latter half of this 
century. But, though the work of both appeared through the same years, 
the message of each would seem to indicate that Browning belonged farther 
down the ages. Tennyson truly reflects the spirit of his own age, but 


Browning stands on the threshold of the next century, and in his words we 
find help and hope and revelation of the future. 

In order that we may most justly estimate this distinction, let us compare 
the work of Tennyson's maturity, "In Memoriam," with Browning's "Par- 
acelsus," published when the author was but twenty-three years of age. 

" In Memoriam" is a grand funeral march ; calm, solemn, and impressive ; 
full of rich, deep minor chords, brightened by a thread of exquisite hopeful 
melody, which swells at the end into an unwavering chorus of faith and 
love; the whole forming a wonderful symphony of life. It is in composi- 
tion a rosary of poems, individual and yet linked, revealing the growth of 
the poet's mind under a heavy sorrow. The sudden death of Tennyson's 
dearly beloved friend shattered the poet's faith and plunged him into a 
chaos of grief and doubt. But the sense of overwhelming desolation lasted 
only a short time, and, as his spiritual perceptions were quickened, he was 
enabled to find in the spiritual world what he had lost in the material one. 

The poem is a personal confession of the process by which the doubts 
were conquered, and faith in God, immortality, and the future restored. 
Let us briefly follow the poet's experience. In the first realization of his 
loss he wraps his grief about him, chooses to dwell in the past, and goes 
over in his imagination the shock of the sudden death, and the friendship 
which "no lapse of moons" can take away, concluding that "'tis better to 
have loved and lost than never to have loved at all." 

As the poet turns from the past to the future, and accepts the hope of 
Christian revelation, he finds that reason confirms his faith in immortality. 

" My own dim life should teach me this, 
That life shall live forevermore, 
Else earth is darkness at the core, 
An dust and ashes all that is." 

But this conviction cannot satisfy his heart; he desires to realize the im- 
mortal life, to see and know the friend again. Doubts come; his heart is 
vexed " with fancies dim." Finally, disclaiming any attempt to settle these 
difficulties, he turns to other problems. Evil, death, the conflict of Nature 
and Faith, confront him. Love bids him 

" Fret not, like an idle girl, 

That life is dashed with flecks of sin; 


Abide : thy wealth, is gathered in 
When time hath sundered shell from pearl." 

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" Oh yet we trust that somehow — good 
Will be the final goal of ill; 
That nothing walks with aimless feet; 
That not one life shall be destroyed, 
Or cast as rubbish to the void, 
When God hath made the pile complete." 

The despairing mood does not last. The mourner accepts sorrow as a 
chastening and developing force. It has been the " bosom friend," a part 
of the poet's life. Through it the moral sense has been greatly strengthened, 
so that, upon the firm belief in immortality, he can find "the low begin- 
nings of content." 

Spring blossoms upon the poet's mood, and hope returns. The minor 
key is modulated to a gladdened major chorus as faith grows stronger, and 
love adds the final strain of spiritual assurance. 

" And all is well, tho' faith and form 
Be sundered in the night of fear ; 
Well roars the storm to those who hear 
A deeper voice across the storm." 

The last movement of the symphony ends with lines which, like the won- 
derful introductory stanzas, sum up the belief of the poet in 

" That God, which ever lives and loves, 
One God, one law, one element, 
And one far-off divine event, 
To which the whole creation moves." 

With this review of " In Memoriam," let us consider what views of moral 

reconstruction in general Tennyson seems to hold. We find in him a keen 

appreciation of the dignity and efficiency of law, — law not only in nature 

but in society, — law to which humanity must conform if it is to attain the 

best development. 

"I curse not nature, no, nor death, 
For nothing is that errs from law." 

Faith is an essential possession, but it is " faith that comes of self-control," 
that prime virtue which is in perfect harmony with the idea of development 
according to fixed law. 


The progress of mankind is to Tennyson not a speedy regeneration, no 
sudden kindling of the soul, but the expression of a slow-working method, 
which includes mastery of self and faithful adhesion to the law of each one's 
highest life. Time, as well as reason, enters into moral reconstruction. 
Life in the best sense is to him not a struggle or trial, but a calm and con. 
templative growth. Not energy expending itself, but energy nobly con- 
trolled, is virtue ; while violence, extravagance, immoderate force, are the 
worst manifestations of evil. He counts it crime "to mourn for any over- 

Knowledge is to him eminently scientific, gained by slow accumulation 
of details, but in his highest thought he recognizes a wisdom far above 
man's " knowledge of things we see ; " and this wisdom takes its rise in the 
glorious Theism which is so beautifully identified with Infinite Love in the 
prelude to "In Memoriam." 

In turning to " Paracelsus, " we are more conscious of the great contrast 
than of the many similarities. The treatment is objective, not personal ; the 
music is not played for us with Tennyson's technical skill, but is left in man- 
uscript form for us to decipher and interpret. The greatest contrast, however, 
is given in the key-note, and the ever-recurring theme repeats that life should 
not be a calm, contemplative waiting for sorrow to chasten and experience to 
develop : it should, rather, be an ardent seeking, an endless struggle, necessi- 
tating, perchance, a bold disregard of law and custom. 

Paracelsus was a renowned scientist of the Middle Ages. Browning has 
depicted his life in five scenes, each of which marks a critical moment in his 
experience. The purpose of the poem is to show how the development of 
soul may be assisted by the use which the individual makes of the circum- 
stances of his life. 

Let us trace the melody of each movement of this composition, and find 
from the songs of Paracelsus himself the revelation of his soul's progress. 
We have at first the youthful spirit and high endeavor of the ardent " seeker 
after knowledge" as he is about to take leave of his friends. He sings: — 

" I profess no other share 
In the selection of ray lot, than this : 
A ready answer to the will of God, 
Who summons me to be his organ." 


He tells his friend of the heavenly vision, the call to new endeavor. 

"Festus, from childhood I have been possessed 
By a fire — by a true fire, or faint, or fierce, 
As from without some Master, so it seemed, 
Repressed or urged its current. 

As I sat revolving it and more 
A still voice from without said — ' Seest thou not, 
Desponding child, whence came defeat and loss ? 
Even from thy own strength, waste not thy gifts 
In profitless waiting for the gods' descent. 
Know, not for knowing's sake, 
But to become a star to men forever.' " 

Learn his purpose as he chants : — 

" I go to prove my soul ! 
I see my way as birds their trackless way — 
I shall arrive. What time, what circuit first, 
I ask not; but unless God send his hail 
Or blinding fire-balls, sleet or stifling snow, 
In some time — -His good time — I shall arrive; 
He guides me and the bird. In His good time." 

Harken to the grand choral recognition of the divinity in man, and see 
" how great a spirit he hid." 

" Truth is within ourselves; it takes no rise 
Prom outward things, whate'er you may believe; 
There is an inmost centre in us all, 
Where truth abides in fullness. 
Hence, may not truth be lodged alike in all, 
The lowest as the highest ? " 

Nine years pass away. The movement changes. Paracelsus has not found 
what he sought, and the opening recitative is full of the despairing notes of 
failure. As he mourns and wonders at his ill-success a new friend appears, 
Aprile, a young Italian poet — another soul which has aspired and failed. 
From him Paracelsus learns his own mistake : he has sought knowledge 
by sacrificing love. In the true life love and knowledge should be united. 
Aprile too has sinned. His aspiration has been to "love infinitely and be 
loved." In the passion for beauty and love he has " refused knowledge." 
and now passion's warmth is burning his life away, and Aprils is dying. A 
quick longing to rectify this error comes to Paracelsus: — 


" Love me henceforth, Aprils, while I learn 
To love ; and, merciful God, forgive us both ! 
We wake at length from weary dreams ; hut hoth 
Have slept in fairy-land ; though dark and drear 
Appears the world before us, we no less 
Wake with our wrists and ankles jeweled still. 

7F 7F '5f * T* -T* "fc 

Die not, Aprile" ; we must never part. 

Are we not halves of one dissevered world 

Whom this strange chance unites once more? Part? Never! 

Till thou, the lover, know, and I, the knower, 

Love — until hoth are saved." 

But Aprile's reply is a beautiful swau-soug, as he passes away. 

Human attainment — honor and fame — -has been granted when the third 
movement opens, but Paracelsus is still struggling for the soul-satisaction 
which he feels is ever eluding his grasp. 

"You know that truth is just as far from me as ever; 
That I have thrown my life away; that sorrow 
On that account is vain, and further effort 
To mend and patch what's marred beyond repairing 
Is useless." 

He has tried for a time to live on love and beauty only, and now sadly 

returns to his first purpose. The nobility of his nature is shown (with a 

touch of the prophetic which Browning loves to give) in the words : — 

" I shall be glad 
If all my labors, failing of aught else, 
Suffice to make an inroad, and procure 
A wider range for thought. 
What benefits mankind must glad me, too; 
And men seem made, though not as I believed, 
For something better than the times produce." 

The fourth movement is a last, wild, hopeless fling before the calm of true 
attainment. Paracelsus "gives a loose to his delight." He returns to early 
impulses, but without the hope which made them noble. Hs is ready to 
give up the struggle in the sad conviction that " one can ne'er keep down 
our foolish nature's weakness." The music is sad, cynical, unsatisfying. 
Let us quickly turn from it to the silvery cadence of hope and prophecy in 
the last movement. 


Paracelsus is dying ; the soul overleaps all bounds, and pours itself forth 
in the grandeur of prophetic song, which sums up all the past experience, 
and proves the weary seeker victor at last. Listen, as the voice sings, not 
of knowledge, not of love, but of 

"Knowledge strengthened by love; love, not serenely pure, 
But strong from weakness; 

Love which endures, and doubts, and is oppressed, 
And cherished, suffering much, and much sustained. 

Progress is the law of life — man's self is not yet Man! 

Nor shall I deem his object served, his end 

Attained, his genuine strength put fairly forth, 

While only here and there a star dispels 

The darkness, here and there a towering mind 

O'erlooks its prostrate fellows: when the host 

Is out at once to the despair of night, 

When all mankind alike is perfected, 

Equal in full-blown powers — then, not till then 

I say, begins man's general infancy. 


In completed man begins anew 

A tendency to God. 

For men begin to pass their nature's bound, 

And find new hopes and cares which fast supplant 

Their proper joys and griefs; and outgrow all 

The narrow creeds of right and wrong, which fade 

Before the unmeasured thirst for good." 

He_realizes fully his own mistake in love. 

" In my own heart love had not been made wise 
To trace love's faint beginnings in mankind. 
To know even hate is but a mask of love's. 
To see a good in evil, and a hope 
In ill-success; to sympathize, be proud 
Of their half-reasons, faint aspirings, dim 
Struggles for truth, their poorest fallacies, 
Their prejudice and fears and cares and doubts; 
All with a touch of nobleness, despite 
Their error, upward tending all though weak, 
Like plants in mines which never saw the sun, 
But dream of him, and guess where he may be, 


And do their best to climb and get to him. 

All this I knew not, and I failed. 

It is but for a time; I press God's lamp 

Close to my breast — its splendor, soon or late, 

Will pierce the gloom: I shall emerge one day!" 

I have quoted somewhat freely, for the strain of prophetic music can be 
•appreciated only in the form in which the great musician composed it. 

What, then, are the great principles of Browning? The soul-life, with its 
infinite desire and endless aspiration, is made of the greatest importance. 
The duty of man's life is to learn " the actual extent of his own soul's pow- 
ers, and, having learned them, to develop them straightforward, not neces- 
sarily in accordance with human or social laws prevailing in this life, but 
absolutely for the soul's perfectibility hereafter." 

He regards passion, enthusiasm, and energy as of far more beauty and worth 
than a calm submission to law. Progress is not through self-repression, but 
through passions which scorn the limits of time and space — bold endeavors 
toward apparently unattainable results. 

Moral reconstruction does not depend on patient study and the slow 
march of time, but upon those glorious moments when "life is caught up 
out of the ways of custom, and low levels of prudence," and the individual, 
guided by the inspiration of a truth suddenly revealed, takes a new stand 
or makes a resolution which shall change and determine the whole current 
■of his future life. "We are not babes," he says, "but know the minute's 
worth, and feel that life is large and the world small." 

The error of life is resting content within the bounds of the present ex- 
istence, without striving to reach beyond all earthly things " to the highest 
Wisdom, Love, Beauty, Goodness, — in a word God." The life-work is not 
to be too general :• it must be chosen and clearly denned. 

" One great aim, like a guiding star, above — 
Which tasks strength, wisdom, stateliness, 
To lift his manhood to the height that takes the prize." 

Browning and Tennyson are types of two poetical spirits, and supplement 
each other, as the Future supplements the Present. Tennyson is the expo- 
nent and interpreter of this century in his belief in a slow, steady progress, 
in his estimation of scientific knowledge, in his sympathy with doubt, and in 
his conservative and contemplative view of life. He give's us touches 61 


the Future in his recognition of man's divinity, and in the results he pic- 
tures of the further development of the spiritual nature ; but in general 
Tennyson's place is in this century. 

Browning, the Seer, foreshadows the twentieth century in the emphasis 
which he lays on the soul of man. We find in him the complete subordina- 
tion of the material to the spiritual. The principle that the soul is to de- 
velop not by submissiom to law but by aspiration to something higher is 
far in advance of this age, as is also the complete unity of Science and Re- 
ligion, which the character of Paracelsus may sj'mbolize. Tennyson be- 
lieves in Science and Religion, but takes no such bold step as Browning 
toward realizing their reconciliation. 

Browning portrays the evil as well as the good. The falsehoods of life, 
he holds, must be accepted, understood, and mastered for the sake of Truth. 
And the faith in man's eventual purification which permits him to look evil 
so squarely and courageously in the face is far beyond the position of this 
age. We cannot tarry to seek other forecasts of the future, but we feel that 
it will indeed be glorious ; for both the musicians are optimists, and unite 
in a strong Christian faith, which doubt only sweetens, and love makes 

I cannot find a more beautiful illustration of these points of similarity 
and contrast than in the two personal poems in which each faces death. 
Browning's " Prospice " rings with chords of energy and faith which will 
not sound so new, methinks, to the bolder souls who shall come after us. 

" Fear death? — to feel the fog in my throat, 

The mist in my face, 
When the snows begin and the blasts denote 

I am nearing the place 
Where he stands, the arch fear in a visible form, 

Yet the strong man must go; 
For the journey is done, and the summit attained, 

And the barriers fall; 
Though a battle's to fight e'er the guerdon be gained, 

The reward of it all. 
I was ever a fighter, so — one fight more, 

The best and the last." 

But Tennyson's dainty lyric, which is full of the "still, sad music of 
humanity," touches the heart as only a message from our own century could. 


" Sunset and evening star, 

And one clear call to me ! 
And may there be no moaning of the bar, 
When I put out to sea. 

For though from out our bourn of Time and Place, 

The flood may bear me far, 
I hope to see my Pilot face to face 

When I have crossed the bar." 

Tennyson has "crossed the bar;" for Browning the "battle is fought, 
and the guerdon gained," and we who are left may cherish one strain of 
music in which both interpreter and seer join : — 

" Sorrow is hard to bear, and doubt is slow to clear, 

Each sufferer says his say, his scheme of the weal and woe, 
But God has a few of us whom he whispers in the ear; 

The rest may reason and welcome; 'tis we musicians know." 

Grace E. Grenell, '93. 


BETH said his name was "Nickodemus Boffin" — "Boomus for short." He 
belonged to Beth and she ought to know. Big brother Dick, who 
was tussling with Roman history, persisted in calling him " Oat — aline." 
Polly would address his majesty as " Brutus," and when she was very cross, 
with her Latin, as "Pejor Pessimus." You may think that one poor, ordi- 
nary black pussy was crushed by this length of name. Not a bit of it. 
Boomus always rose to the occasion. 

I have given you these names of a black cat thinking that perhaps you 
would take them as a substitute for his ancestors'. You know ancestors give 
"tone "to a person! Just so Nickodemus Boomus, Cataline Brutus Boffin's 
long array of names. They were an index to his character ; at least every- 
one but Beth said so, and she loved him. Beth is a small friend of mine, 
and her one weakness is — cats. 

This especial black kitten came to Beth seven years ago. She bought him 
at a bargain of Amanda Smith. As he was so very distinguished in appear- 
ance, Beth's mother allowed her to keep him. 

Then, Boomus was a small black ball ; now, he is very large and has the 


walk of a prince. Boomus is quite black from the tops of his aristocratic 
ears to the tip of his beautiful tail. 

In some respects he has a high sense of honor ; in others, his morals are 
deplorable. For instance: at one time, when a stray kitten was carrying 
off a piece of stolen meat, Boomus promptly boxed her ears. Beth says 
that this is true ; I cannot say. Then again, he will catch birds, but we 
cannot find it in our hearts to denounce him, as he knows no better. 

Boomus is also a cat of talent. In his miauling he reaches high C with 
ease, but I am proud to say that he does not exercise this talent, except on 
state occasions, when we have company to dinner; then if he can get into 
the dining-room, by fair means or foul, he will promenade around the table 
favoring our guests with tune after tune, and making our own hearts sink 
within us; for we know, by sad experience, that Boomus is a cat that calmly 
refuses to stay " put." Beth says that his singing is high art. I am afraid 
that I cannot do his singing justice, according to Beth's ideal, so I leave you 
to imagine it. 

If you only could see Boomus pose, I think that you. would forget about his. 
singing ; he certainly is veiy talented in posing ; he will sit and blink 
by the hour with his head turned lazily on one side, his front paws brought 
closely together, and his great tail circling daintily around him. As he 
purrs away, he looks like a bronze cat. 

Three months ago Beth's dear Nickodemus Boffin, " Boomus for short," 
disappeared from his hillside home, and his little mistress is not to be com- 
forted. So I have told you about Boomus, giving you this full description of 
his talents and beauty, hoping that, if in your travels you meet with this 
distinguished black cat, you will send him home to Beth. 

Jane Williams, '94. 


THE camping season was at its height. It had not rained for weeks, and 
day after day the sun beat mercilessly down upon the parched hills 
and meadows. Scarcely a breeze rustled the branches of the trees or stirred 
in the grass. The heat was unbearable, and the only way one might hope 
to endure it comfortably was by taking up an abode on the lake shore or 
migrating to the mountains. 


Several parties had chosen the former alternative, and the shores of blue 
Chautauqua were flecked here and there with white tents, glistening through 
the trees and thickets. 

In a hidden cove, an ideal spot for a' month's sojourn, three promising 
youths had pitched their camp. For two weeks they had been spending 
life in true nomadic fashion, and had subsisted chiefly on plunder and spoil 
gained from raids upon neighboring farmyards, orchards, and cornfields. 
Such a mode of living they found extremely fascinating, and the more suc- 
cessful their foraging expedition proved to be, the more they relished their 
meals. In fact, they had reached such a pitch of moral depravity that, 
unless they had the consciousness of having " hooked " at least one number 
of their bill of fare, the meal quite lost its savor. The ways and means to 
which they resorted to replenish their larder were worthy of Robin Hood 

One afternoon they had been lolling around in an unusually listless way, 
when suddenly Jack appeared from the kitchen-tent with the sorrowful 
announcement that the cupboard was bare, and, unless they could devise 
some way to fill it, they would be a supperless crowd. 

" I say, fellows," said Bert, " I move we get our supper by fair and square 
means this time ; just for a change, you know. Suppose we develop our 
muscle a trifle and row over to Rogers's and see what he has in stock." 

The others assented and they set off for the opposite shore. 

"Rogers's " was the one mercantile establishment of which the little vil- 
lage of Kaintone could boast. It was, indeed, a typical country store, 
carrying in stock anything from a spool of Coates's cotton to a cook-stove. 
There was really nothing that could not be bought there, judging from the 
conglomeration of articles displayed in the show-window. 

Though Bert had proposed to get the provisions for this meal by "fair 
and square means," one would conclude, from what followed, that his ideas 
of right and wrong must have been corrupted by the two weeks' disuse to 
which they had been subjected. 

Disembarking, they climbed the hill to the village and soon came in sight 
of the store. Pumpkin pie had been agreed upon as being the most palata- 
ble article, and there on the counter was a tempting array of the veritable 


From the back of the store Mr. Rogers appeared, and with a shambling 
gait took his place behind the counter. He was a simple-minded old man, 
with a kindly glance and a most trustful expression in his faded gray eyes. 

" How d'ye, lads," said he in a pleasant tone. " How goes it camping 
just about now? Suppose you spend most of your time trying to keep cool, 
like the rest of us. Anything I can do for you ? " 

" Well, yes, Mr. Rogers," said Bert. " We've run pretty short of fodder 
just at present, and have come over to see if you've got anything good. 
These apples look pretty fair. What'll you take for 'em? " 

" Thirty cents a dozen, and cheap at that," was the reply. " They're from 
my own orchard, and a sweeter apple you never tasted." 

" Put me up a couple of dozen," said Bert, winking at Bill and Jack, who 
looked surprised at his purchase. " We'll have a corn and apple roast 

The old man carefully counted two dozen of his rosiest-cheeked apples 
into a large paper bag and handed them to Bert. 

"Anything else?" he asked. 

Bert glanced around the store, and suddenly letting his eyes fall on the 
pies, he exclaimed: — 

"Look at those stunning pies, boys; we were sillies to get these apples 
when we might have had pumpkin pie ! I say, how do you sell them?" 

" Fifteen cents," answered the old man, " and cheap at that. My wife 
made them this very morning. Will you have one? " 

"Well, if you don't mind, I believe, Mr. Rogers, I'll exchange these apples 
for a couple of the pies. What do you think, fellows?" and Bert turned to 
the others, knowing well their opinion. 

" I'm agreed," said Bill and Jack, simultaneously. 

Bert poured the apples back into the basket while Mr Rogers wrapped up 
a couple of the pies and gave them to Jack. His customers were about to 
leave the store when the old man called after them. 

" Here, lads, you haven't paid me for those pies. Thirty cents they were." 

" Excuse me, Mr. Rogers," said Bert, politely, " but I exchanged the apples 
for the pies." 

" Yes, I know ; but did you pay me for the apples ? " 

" Certainly not; we didn't take the apples. There they are in the basket." 


Bert had a mischievous twinkle in the corner of his eye as he made this 
reply and saw poor Mr. Rogers growing decidedly muddled under his logical 

"Hold on a minute, you rascal," and Mr. Rogers seized a paper and pencil 
and began to figure away at a rapid rate. He scratched his head, he pulled 
his beard, he rubbed his eyes, he even sharpened his pencil, but could reach 
no conclusion except that he had been unmercifully hoodwinked and there 
was no remedy for it. 

So involved and lost had he become in his mathematical calculations that 
he did not observe the trio as they, one by one, made their exit from the 
store and pushed off from the beach, with the pies safe in the bottom of the 

L. Elizabeth White. 


IN a beautiful garden, where sweet and rare flowers bloomed, where there, 
was always music because of the many birds gathered in the trees, and 
where the sun shone every day, there once lived a little child. A little 
brook wandered through the garden, sometimes dancing along in frolicsome 
glee, then slowly passing under bending shadows of the great trees. The 
child, playing about its banks, looked upon its face in the cool, quiet places 
and saw ever reflected there the blue sky and fleecy clouds, moving so far 
above his head. For him grew the flowers in this garden of gladness, for 
him the sun shone, and for him alone the birds sang merrily. He knew 
naught of the great world outside. 

The trees whispered to him happy secrets as he lay on the soft grass, 
looking up at their closely clustered leaves. And sometimes he stopped in 
his play and smiled, for he thought that he heard music, sweeter than any 
song of the little birds. When he told those who cared for him in the 
garden of the music, they said it was the angel's song. Ever after, as he 
looked up at the great white clouds, he fancied that they were the ships of 
the angels who sailed always on the blue sea of heaven, singing to the 
music of the sky waves. 

As the child grew tall and strong, he began to think many new thoughts 


and to wonder what lay beyond the high walls of the garden which shut 
him in. A day came when, in his play, he removed a loose stone in the 
wall and looked out into the busy street. He watched the throngs of peo- 
ple who passed by, wishing that he also might go with them to the place 
that they seemed striving so eagerly to reach, pressing forward as though 
they must lose no time. From that moment a strange unrest filled his. 
heart: no longer could he be satisfied within the great walls. 

At length the keeper of the garden knew that it was best that the boy 
should go out into the wide world. So one day he unlocked the gate, and, 
bidding the child a tender farewell, suffered him to go forth into the street. 
Then the iron bars shut fast behind him. Never again could the boy pass, 
through them ; but the thought did not then make him sad. Without de- 
lay he walked rapidly forward like the others whom he saw on the broad 

There were many young men among the thronging multitude who passed 
the time in smile and song. There were older men with unsmiling faces,, 
whose eyes were bent upon the ground, and who often stooped to pick up 
glistening fragments which were scattered in their pathwa}^. Sometimes, 
what they clasped was yellow gold, but, as the boy afterwards saw, more 
often it was naught but broken glass. Before many hours had passed he 
had joined himself to the young men and was making merry in their com- 
pany. They told him that they were seeking happiness, and perchance gold 
also, if they could find it by the way ; but the older men were claiming all 
that was on the road, so that they could grasp but little. With them the 
boy walked onward gaily, sometimes but not often finding a bit of gold. 
With them at night he entered the great halls, which sparkled with light 
on each side of the highway, and within which were music and feasting. 

The months rolled away. The boy had gathered but a very slender stock 
of gold, and he was weary and sick at heart. No longer did the feasting, 
the music, and the dancing make him glad. He longed for the beautiful 
garden, and for but one strain of that far-off angel's song. A voice from 
his starved soul wailed ever within him and would not be quieted. So one 
day he lingered behind his gay companions, who went on, heedless that he 
was not with them, and he sat by the road, pondering what thing it were best 
for him now to do. 


At that moment an old man approached him slowly. His snow-white 
hair fell upon his shoulders. His face was so pure and kind that the people 
turned to look upon him as he passed. The boy looked into his eyes; 
they were fearless and earnest, but at the same time very sad. He sat down 
beside the boy to rest, and the boy asked him whither he was bound on 
the great highway. 

The old man answered, " I am seeking Truth. Long years have I been 
on the way, and my hair has grown white on my journe}'' ; but, though I can- 
not yet find it, I am not discouraged. I know that I follow after an unnum- 
bered multitude who counted it not too great a task to spend their lives 
for it. So grand and glorious a thing is this Truth, that even a glimpse of 
it would repay for the pain of a life, the suffering I have borne in its. 

At these words, the heart of the boy was stirred, and he said : " I also will 
search for this wonderful Truth. I will even go with you, and together we 
will seek until we find." Then the old man joyfully took him by the hand 
and gazed upon him, and behold ! the youth at his side was no longer a boy, 
but had the manner and bearing of a man. As they rose to go upon their 
quest, the sunshine seemed to stream upon the young man, as in the garden, 
and a music of wondrous sweetness rang in his ear, like to the angel's 
song of his childhood. 

Through quiet and still paths, far away from the noisy highway, the old 
man guided the younger. By a road that wound always upward, breathing 
an air that was ever clearer and purer as they ascended, the travelers at 
last reached the summit of a high hill. Here white buildings gleamed 
through the dark-green trees ; many people passed in and out at their wide 
portals, but the silence of thought rested upon the place. Within, vast 
halls whose walls were lined with countless volumes awaited the seeker 
for knowledge, and learned men imparted the wisdom of the ages. 

Long hours did the two searchers pass in these halls, learning often some 
new thing about the great Truth, but the sure way to its dwelling-place was 
still unknown to them. Many were the directions given in the wise books 
and through the lips of the teachers, but the two knew not which was the one 
path to follow. They grew ever more bewildered, and wandered from east 
to west in the wood. 


At last there was a time when, coming to the edge of the wood, they saw 
many interlacing paths stretching before them. Then the old man said: 
"I must go on. I can rest no longer here. I will boldly take one of these 
paths, and it may be that if I falter not I shall some day see that for 
which my soul yearns." 

But the younger man delayed. " I cannot go with you," he said, " unless 
I see, unless I know that this, and this only, is the path which will lead me 
to Truth." 

" Have you not heard that they are blessed who, seeing not, yet have be- 
lieved? "said the old man, gently. Nevertheless, the young man turned 
away, and the aged one went sadly on his journey to the desired goal. 

Back to the wood turned the discouraged one, but not entering at the 
same place where he had gone forth. Presently he stood in front of a build- 
ing that he had not seen before. It was of dark stone and was densely 
shaded by tall trees. Curious animals wandered about it and rare plants 
grew on the grounds. He entered the cold, dimly lighted halls, and listened 
to the words of the teachers. They were instructors in a learning new to 
him. They said that they knew not the way to Truth, nor did they surely 
know whether anywhere in the great world was this wonderful thing that 
men sought, or whether it might not be but a fable of the past. Therefore 
it were wiser to go no farther, but to stay in the dark wood, studying the 
curious things of nature about them. 

For a time the young man remained with them and ceased his search. 
But gradually a shadow stole over his eyes, and he was never free from a 
sadness that held him fast. He walked like one in a gloomy dream, in a 
night where never a star gave light. The garden of his childhood seemed 
only a vision, and nothing was real but the ever-growing pain in his heart. 
No music of the angels rang about him, and when he stood in the sunshine 
he shivered with cold. 

One day, with despair in his soul, he broke away from the gloomy halls, 
and, following a path which led to the highway, he came to the same great 
road he had traveled in the search for happiness. There were the gold- 
seekers, still laughing boldly, but pushing and struggling against one an- 
other in their eagerness to find the glittering prize. His eyes beheld no 
longer smiling youths, but only toil-worn, hard-faced men ; and there were 
false notes in the music that came from within the great halls. 


Then he discovered a deep valley at one side of the road, and, crossing 
to look down into it, there was borne upon the wind a wail as of many souls 
in pain. The light below was very dim, but men and women were there 
whose faces, gaunt with hunger, were turned to the road above ; little chil- 
dren cried for bread, and lay on the ground sick and dying. 

Then the young man forgot his own despair, forgot his great search, 
forgot all else but the cry of the children. He went down into the dusky 
depths of the valley, heeding not the roughness of the way, and hastened 
to the suffering ones. 

Time passed on, but he toiled without ceasing in the gloom, striving to 
bring comfort to broken hearts ; and the knowledge of the books was as 
naught to him, save that part which helped him to understand the remedy 
for pain. A joy was in his heart, unknown before, a content that dispelled 
his doubt and bewilderment as does the sun the mists that fade at its 

One day as he walked, holding by the hand a little child, whom he had 
found weeping by the roadside, a light shone out beyond and above him, 
which yet did not come from the sun ; it was as a pathway stretching away 
before him, but where it ended he could not tell. Brighter and brighter it 
grew, until, no longer able to look at the light, he knelt and hid his face. 
He heard again the angel's song in wondrous harmony. And then one clear 
voice alone took up the strain, and thrilled his very soul ; it was the voice 
of One who had suffered but was now a victor. He trembled, but still was 
glad, for he knew in that moment that it was Love, and Love alone, which 
had led him to the great white light of the unchanging Truth. 

Then he entered again into the valley, for the light was with him. 

Grace Eldridge Mix. 



THE Wellesley Magazine, in accordance with its constitution, will 
be edited in and after the month of April by a board elected from the 
coming Senior Class of '94. We of the board of '93 would greet our suc- 
cessors and would wish them all success and happiness in their editorial 
•endeavors. The Magazine is, and must always be, especially dear to the 
Class of '93, and we who were chosen to watch over our infant periodical in 
its very babyhood must always feel for it a special care and tenderness. 

You of '94 will doubtless discover that this six months old Magazine is 
most autocratic, most imperative, in its demands upon your time, temper, and 
talents. For six months, after the manner of " the only baby in the house," 
it has ruled us with a rod of iron, or, to be more technical, of steel. Before 
it we abase ourselves as slaves in the presence of the Sultan. This Maga- 
zine, this nursling of the Class of '93, rises up before us as a personality, and 
we, the board, have learned that our duty lies in executing its behests. 

There may be troublous times, good fellow-journalists of '94, when the 
rule of this young autocrat will be found most trying, most discouraging, 
most perplexing to your literary souls; and yet we dare prophesy that when, 
once every month, — a week or two late, it may be, and whether your fault 
or the printer's, yourselves alone will be able to surmise, — the pretty tyrant 
in white and blue smiles at you out of the midst of its new table of con- 
tents, you will forget all the injuries and indignities which have been put 
upon you and will bind yourselves more loyally, move lovingly, to do its 

We can truthfully say, as we give the Magazine into your hands, that 
.our half-year's work has been encouraging, the Magazine exists, and the 
college and the Class of '94 seem to care about its existence. For ourselves, 
the pleasure of the work, for the work's sake, has fully repaid us for the 
time we have given to it, and we are glad to be able to welcome you to the 
delights and fascinations of college journalism. 



IN the first number of the Wellesley Magazine, issued in October, we in- 
troduced editorially the department of the Free Press, stated briefly its 
raison d'etre, and declared it policy. Now, at the close of the Magazine's 
first corporate year, a suitable time has come in which to review the policy 
and note the results of an enterprise novel in the history of Wellesley period- 
icals, and six months ago having for its onl}' justification the united demand 
of the college and its own promises of future achievement. 

We announced in October that the Free Press had been established by 
the college because of a generally admitted belief in the efficacy of free dis- 
cussion as a means to development. Discussion to be free must be of a 
broader and more general nature than is possible in desultory conversation, 
where sympathetic friends form the audience, and where neither the keen- 
ness of insight that comes from formal argument, nor the effective result due 
to direct attack, is obtainable. It was thought that by devoting a portion of 
the Magazine entirely to this purpose, by throwing its pages open un- 
reservedly to expressions of opinion upon all matters, several important 
objects might be attained. First, a certain intellectual enjoyment, and, if it 
does not seem too pretentious, discipline, such as follows naturally upon 
keen argument carried on in the presence of one's whole every-day world 
and in the knowledge that any slip in logic will most certainly be detected 
by some opponent. Second, a greater breadth of thought, since among eight 
hundred intelligent persons interests must range over a tolerably wide field, 
and opinions touch somewhere on nearly all the faces of many-sided truth 
itself. Third, the practical development and improvement of circumstances 
due to a criticism given, within suitable limits, entirely free play. 

In order to carry out such a design successfully, it was essential that we 
.stand firmly by our promise of granting full freedom of speech. Whenever 
an article expressing seriously and deliberately any view of any subject 
should be sent us, we were bound to take care that it be published. Any 
curtailment whatever of liberty of speech is dangerous. The mere fact that 
to the editors certain arguments seemed insufficient, certain views erroneous, 
certain criticisms unjustifiable or humiliating, afforded no manner of excuse 
for their suppression. On the other hand, the appearance of an article in 


the department gave it no claim on editorial sanction or responsibility. It 
was not to be expected that we would vouch for the truth of statements, 
made in the Free Press, and manifestly impossible that the Magazine should 
stand sponser for opinions expressed there in the same way that it did for 
those appearing in the editorial columns. The responsibility of permitting 
wrong views and weak arguments to go unanswered lay with the reading 
public, not with the editorial board. Every reader of the Magazine, as she 
loves truth in the abstract or college welfare in the concrete, was bound 
to see to it that no false statement went unchallenged. 

This, then, as we understand it, was the original contract. The Maga- 
zine, on its side, was to open its pages freely ; the college, on the other side,, 
agreed to supply those pages and maintain the character of the department. 
During the six months of its existence the Magazine has stood steadily by 
its policy. The more difficult part of the contract, the part that contribu- 
tors had to fulfill, has on the whole been met in a way very gratifying to our 
college pride. A decided interest in the department has been shown. Con- 
tributions have come in covering a considerable range of topics, general as. 
well as local. Their tone has been frank and honest. The writers belonged 
to all ranks, — faculty, alumnae, undergraduates. 

There is of course still much to be desired. It could hardly be expected 
that six months would thoroughly mature a project requiring so much en- 
ergy, vigor, and determination. Contributions should come in more rapid- 
ly, more subjects should be discussed, opinions should be more freely uttered 
and argument be more enthusiastic. The possibilities of the department 
should be developed to their furthest limit. Nevertheless, what has. 
been augurs well for the future. We look forward confidentially to the 
time when the Free Press shall have become all that its designers planned 
and that we have hoped. 


£0e free (press. 

It is really something of a pleasure, when showing a stranger our College Hall, 
after passing the general office and book-store, to say, "And this is our post- 
office." An open door reveals an array of boxes systematically arranged and 
numbered, enclosed in glass and iron, and bearing the mark of the United 
States mail; an interesting glass door, and the window open or "closed;" 
all so official, business-like, and worldly that they seem hardly to belong to 
academic halls. Showing this post-office to guests is by no means the only pleas- 
ure connected with it. One has such an individual importance in owning and 
being obliged to carry a key. This key furnishes topics of conversation as to its 
propensities for being at home or lost, etc., induces comparisons as to the method 
of carrying it, and calls forth denunciations of the present pocket-less rule of the 
dressmaker, and vain longings for key-rings, or vest pockets, or something: One 
has also a common bond of responsibility with the other two people who share 
the box. An almost family interest is developed in going for "our mail." 
One gains from the post-office certain formal and business-like habits. No more 
notes on scraps of paper are seen. Certain hours determine the delivery of local 

But with all this one is not satisfied. How much more important we should 
feel in displaying our post-office, could we say, "Yes, it is a great improve- 
ment. We are quite in touch with the world now. No more country deliveries! 
Every mail brought to town comes to us." How much more useful that key 
would be if it could unlock for us more mails a day. More than all else, how 
pleasant it would be to know that we had all we might have. Why may we 
not continue our improvements? Mails arriving in the village at nine o'clock and 
at twenty minutes past ten in the morning do not reach us until four o'clock in 
the afternoon. The evening mail does not reach us until next morning. Yet 
the daily coach passes the village post-office frequently and could easily bring us 
all mails. By the present system a considerable part of domestic work formerly 
connected with the mails has ceased. To distribute two more mails a day would 
not take more time than used to be spent. Is there any objection to be offered, 
and if not may we not have an eleven o'clock a.m. and a seven o'clock p.m. dis- 
tribution at once ? 

Mary Emma Dillingham. 


For the Free Press. 

There are, surely, very few girls, if there are any, to whom a movement 
tending to improve our college in any way — be it great or small — does not 
appeal. It does not take long for the spirit of Wellesley to find its way to the 
heart of her children, and just as we recognize that it is the purpose of our Alma 
Mater' to make us women for life, so in our hearts this desire springs up to help 
Wellesley in. her cause by doing all in our power to make her better fitted for it. 
Do we not, also, grant that there may be great progress made in very small 
ways as well as in larger ones ? There are little faults in our college which influence 
us to an alarming degree, and which we alone have the power to overcome. 
For instance, would we not be the better for seeing, morning after morning, 
every girl in her seat in chapel promptly; every girl manifesting throughout the 
service a spirit of reverence, and taking an enthusiastic part in it? I think we all 
grant it ; but where does the trouble lie ? Why is there this need for improve- 
ment? Because the morning that we happen to be on time for chapel, or disposed 
to give ourselves up to the enjoyment of the services, the unrighteousness of our 
neighbors appeals to us ; but let us, by chance, by unavoidable delayed or have to 
speak to some one about a matter of great importance, and we consider ourselves 
thoroughly justified ; and, further, being but one in seven hundred, we think it can- 
not make any perceptible difference. Is this not where we fail ? Are we not lack- 
ing in personal responsibility? The fact that the mass of us who are late, or who 
must talk after we are within the chapel doors, ai - e selfish in keeping others from a 
quiet and restful service must be granted ; and, at the same time, it is true that every 
one of us forgets or does not heed her own responsibility. If every girl would 
think, "This is my fault; I will overcome it," I am sure that there would be 
seven hundred girls promptly in their places every morning, and seven hundred 
girls would thoroughly enjoy a service which is but aperlude to our day's woi'k. 

The same principle, or rather lack of principle, was at work some time ago 
when the " Te Deum" was sung almost entirely by the girls who were intended 
to lead it. The chant is simple and easily learned, and if every girl had but tried 
to do her part, what an inspiring anthem we might have had ! 

What kind of women will we be if we do not early realize the deep personal 
responsibility which is ours ; and, how is this feeling to be developed but by a 
constant determination to do our part in every matter that concerns us, although 
it be ever so insignificant? There are so many things which we could easily put 
right. Let us exert ourselves to do this and we cannot fail to attain to the 


greater things for which we long. Wellesley College can never be ready for self- 
government until to every student's heart there comes home a realization of her 
responsibility for her Alma Mater and determined — as the Wellesley woman 
can determine — to do her part. 

Helen Russel Stahr, '94. 

That there is a tendency at Wellesley toward unjust criticism is shown not only 
in our estimation of private individuals, but in our judgment of public speakers. 
While it is true that we very quickly recognize excellences where they unques- 
tionably exist, it is still true that we emphasize the defects when the excellences 
are hard to distinguish. For instance, if we have an acquaintance whose good 
qualities are prominent, we do not fail to see them. If, on the other hand, her 
disagreeable traits are most apparent, they are apt to prejudice us, and keep us 
from finding the good that is beneath the exterior. We show the same fault in 
criticising a public speaker. We are not slow to commend good sermons; we do 
not hesitate to condemn bad ones. Yet, as a matter of fact, are these sermons 
entirely bad ? Are there not certain great truths presented ? They may be dis- 
closed in an uninteresting manner, and may add nothing new to our knowledge; 
yet truths they are, worthy of our notice and consideration. Indeed, in this 
every-day, practical sort of criticism, our rule seems to be high praise, or no 
praise at all. 

That such false criticism exists in college has been noticed by many. That it 
should exist seems inexcusable. What is the object of our analytical and critical 
training? It is surely not the discovery of faults alone. Let such an estimate be 
made by those who do not see that there is good in everything. Our study in 
literary and artistic criticism should teach us that in everything there is strength 
as well as weakness. If our training shows us that judgments should not be one- 
sided ; if we realize with Mr. Arnold that "true criticism is a disinterested en- 
deavor to learn and propagate the best that is known and thought in the world," 
there is no reason why we should not be able to see high and noble traits in the 
most ordinary people, and beautiful truths in the most mediocre address. 

L. O. P., '93. 

Every Wellesley girl must rejoice in the idyllic situation of our college in the 
midst of all the varied beauties of fields and woods ; yet we must admit that such 
a location subjects us to some minor disadvantages, and that not the least of these 
is the difficulty, discomfort, and expense of conveyance to and from the village. 


Most of us, doubtless, can recall our incredulous surprise when first we were in- 
formed that the cost of a one-mile ride, in a crowded, jolting coach, was more 
than half as much as our l'ailroad fare from Boston to Wellesley. Since then we 
have probably made many efforts to explain to our puzzled visitors how poor a 
financial enterprise it must be to run a coach between the railroad station and 
the college, especially since, not infrequently, a trip is made without securing a 
single fare. Perhaps we have succeeded at last in persuading ourselves that this 
business is carried on in a spirit of pure benevolence, and not as a money-making 
scheme at all ; but I doubt if we have been able to bring our visiting friends to the 
same point of view, and it is therefore not strange if the spirit of rebellion and 
complaint is sometimes roused within us, in their behalf if not in our own. 

But, aside from the matter of expense, the present method of transit is not emi- 
nently satisfactory. Coaches are seldom found to be the most comfortable of pub- 
lic conveyances, and ours are no exception to the rule. To weight a coach suffi- 
ciently to prevent unendurable jolting, one must also crowd it so uncomfortably 
full that it is almost impossible for any passenger to move or breathe. 

Surely, we may hope that Alma Mater may sometime find a more pleasant and, 
at the same time, less expensive, conveyance for her children and their friends. I 
am sorry to confess that I have neither the inventive genius, influence, nor funds 
necessary to devise and execute any plan for improvement in this direction. I can 
only grumble loudly over our present discomfort, hoping thus to arrest the atten- 
tion and enlist the sympathy of some philanthropist, who may haply possess and 
apply the resources I lack. 


We are glad, at this time, to be able to give to our Wellesley world the follow- 
ing letter from Dr. Shinn : — 

January 23, 1893. 
Dear Miss Shafer : — 

I spent two hours last Tuesday with Bishop Brooks at his house, at his request, 
talking over some plans for church work in the Diocese. In the course of the 
conversation, he express his deep interest in the religious welfare of the students 
at Wellesley College. His great heart was full of the deepest concern for them, 
that they might grow up not only well-educated women, but that they should de- 
velop in all those Christian graces which adorn womanly character and make it 
so potent an influence for good in this world. 

He spoke of his visits to the college and of the generous welcome always given 
him, but more prominent than anything else were his expressions of interest that 


the college would do its part in helping the students to become centres of whole- 
some influence wherever they might be in after life. 

One thought which he expressed was that in these days of enlarged opportuni- 
ties for acquiring an advanced education, some might suppose that the object of 
the college was reached when it made them skilled linguists or mathematicians 
or the like; whereas, to attain their noblest usefulness they must become more 
womanly in all the grace and delicacy which such a word implies. His idea was 
that there was a danger of substituting mere intellectual force for sweetness and 
humility and that indescribable quality which we associate with true womanhood. 

He had very much to say about the college and its work that showed how help- 
ful he would have been in the time to come if his life had been spared. He re- 
garded the institution with loving interest, and wanted to be the personal friend 
of each and all. 

I thought it would be interesting to you and the faculty and students to know 
how very recently you were in his thoughts. His departure from us is indeed a 
personal loss, but I hope that both the wise things he said in his visits and the 
kindly feeling which he had for Wellesley will cause his memory to be enshrined 
in every heart, and that the influence of his consecrated life may show us all more 
clearly how noble any life may be that is spent in following Christ. 

Yours very truly, 

George W. Shinn. 


The " Nassau Lit." is one of the best of our literary exchanges. The February 
number contains a prize story, "At the Sign of the Golden Lamp," a well-writ- 
ten tale of contemporary New York life. 

The " Wesleyan Argus" contains a discussion of a practical plan for the 
union of faculty and students. The question is an interesting one for the mem- 
bers of all colleges. 

"In the Balkans" is a tragic tale, effectively told, found in the current num- 
ber of the " Oberlin Review." 

A new magazine, the " Columbia Literary Monthly," finds its way to our table 
this month. The stories are bright and entertaining. Two of the essays are par- 
ticularly noticeable, "Some Contemporary Humorists" and "The Dramatic and 
Shakespearian Conceptions of Rosalind." The latter is the first of a series of 
criticisms on such current plays as possess a high literary value, and compares 
the presentation of Rosalind as given by Modjeska, Ada Rehan, and Minna Gale. 


The " Harvard Advocate " for February 8 makes an editorial plea for a course 
of American literature in the department of English. There is also an editorial 
urging the full union of the annex with the University. The stories and 
" Kodaks " are racy as usual. 

The "Yale Courant" is entirely given up to fiction, of which the " Ways of a 
Knave " is the best example. 

From the verse of the month we select the following : — 

These Phyllis Sits. 
There Phyllis sits thoughout the play 
And there my fancies idly stray, 
Forgetful of the noise and glare, 
The hero's love, the maiden's prayer, 
The actors in their brave array. 
In mood, perchance, not grave or gay, 
But, — philosophical we'll say, 
In such a mood I glance down there — 
There Phyllis sits. 
Oh lucky man in the parquet, 
I had your place one happy day. 
But fortune's fickle as she's fair, 
And sometimes she has moved my chair; 
Now I sit very far away, 

There Phyllis sits. — Trinity Tablet. 

Ginn & Company : Greek-English Word-List. By Robert Baird, Professor 
of Greek in Northwestern University. 

Hume's Treatise of Morals, and Selections from the Treatise of the Passions. 
With an introduction by James H. Hyslop, Ph.D., of Columbia College, New 

D. C. Heath & Co. : La Cigale chez les Fourmis. Com^die en un Acte. Par 
Legrure et Labiche. Edited with notes by W. H. Witherby. 

Coffege (notes. 

The Glee Club has two new members, Miss Anna Hunt, Special III., first 
soprano, and Miss Kate Nelson, '95, first soprano substitute. 

Permission has been given the Seniors and Juniors to give teas at the different 
cottages on the Monday afternoons and Saturday evenings of next term. 

Miss Hill gave an exhibition of the Swedish work done in the gymnasium by 
the Class Crews, on Wednesday evening, March 15. Among those present were 
Dr. Sargent, Dr. Enebuske, Baron Nils Posse, Miss Hormans. 


The editors of the Wellesley Magazine for next year are as follows : Mary 
Conyngton, editor-in-chief; Anna K. Peterson, associate editor; Helen Stahr and 
Florence Tobey, business managers; Alice Kellogg, Emily Schultz, Mary Isham, 
Lillian Quinby, literary editors ; Maude Keller, alumna? editor. There still re- 
ma in to e elected a literary editor from the Specials. 

At a meeting of the Class of '96, February 11, Miss Harriet Baldwin was 
elected chairman. 

Miss Pearl Underwood entertained a number of friends at a valentine party, 
in her room at the Main Building. Although each guest was expected to bring 
three original valentines, yet that did not detain them, and a most enjoyable 
evening was passed. 

The measles epidemic, which has enlivened the college for some weeks, seems 
to be subsiding. The most noticeable characteristic of the epidemic was that it 
was confined almost exclusively to classes '93 and '96. 

On the evening of March 4, Mr. Hayes, who spoke here last year, addressed 
the students, on Alaska. His lecture, which was extremely interesting, and 
eagerly followed by the audience, was illustrated by stereopticon views of many 
of the find bits of Alaskan scenery. 

One of the best lectures of the year was that on Ruskin, by Rev. W. Hudson 
Shaw of Oxford, on February 13. Mr. Shaw is not only a scholarly and brilliant 
speaker, but he succeeds in securing the sympathy of his audience, and in holding 
their undivided attention. His choice of subject was very happy, and the lecture 
was most highly appreciated by all those who were fortunate enough to attend. 

On Monday night, February 20, a Students' Concert was held in the chapel. 
It was the first one of the year and was most delightful. The audience was large 
and appreciated the many well-rendered numbers on the program. Besides sev- 
eral of the musicians who are always heard gladly, several new vocalists and 
pianists took part, all of whom promise to add valuable talent to Wellesley. 

A most delightful masquerade and dance was given in the gymnasium on the 
afternoon of the 22d, by Misses Reid, Simrall, Lucas, White, and Keith, in 
onor of Misses Brown, Underwood, Wilkinson, and the Misses Green. The cos- 
tumes were various and original and the afternoon was most pleasantly passed. 

The Glee and Banjo Clubs gave their first concert of the year on February 22. 
Notwithstanding the inclemency of the weather, the concert was largely attended 
by both students and guests, the chapel being packed to its utmost capacity. 
The program was very interesting and every number was most creditably ren- 


dered. The audience was extremely enthusiastic, and the clubs responded most 
charmingly to their many and well-earned encores. The program was repeated 
in the village March 4, where the clubs gave a successful concert before a large 

The following girls were welcomed back to Wellesley during the month : Miss 
Mary Sanderson, '90, Miss Grace Underwood, Miss Louise Brown, Miss Eleanor 
Green, Miss Cornelia Green, Miss Louise Pope, Miss Anna Wilkinson, '92, Miss 
Mary E. Hazard, Miss Sade Cutler, '93, Miss Ethel Wilkinson, '95. 

Sleighing parties have been very popular since the last heavy snow-fall. Be- 
sides the usual number of private and table sleigh-rides, the societies have been 
entertaining themselves by social sleigh-rides. On the evening of March 1, 
Shakespeare went to Newton, where they were entertained by Miss Hardon. On 
March 3, Zeta Alpha went sleighing. 

On March 6, Wellesley was given the greatest musical treat of the season, in 
the form of a piano recital by Xavier Scharwenka. The finely selected program 
and the wonderful rendering were most highly appreciated. The enthusiasm of 
the audience reached its height when Scharwenka responded to an encore with 
his Polish dance, which was interrupted by applause. It was a concert never to 
be forgotten by Wellesley. 

On March 7 the Princess Kaiulani visited Wellesley. She did not appear 
publicly before the students, but she was greeted by the college cheer as she 
came from the Faculty parlor ; and every one was glad of the chance to catch a 
sight of the truly noble young princess. 

Every one regrets to hear of the resignation of Miss Helen Foss, '94, from the 
Glee Club. Miss Foss has been connected with the Glee Club ever since she en- 
tered college, and has been its leader for the past two years. She will be greatly 
missed. The office of leader will be filled by Miss Marion Wilcox, '93, who, we 
are sure, will fill it ably. 

For some time extensive changes in the course of study have been under consid- 
eration. The old curriculum, laid out before the new ideas of the educational 
value of elective work were generally accepted, has grown continually more 
unsatisfactory. A readjustment of the proportion between required and elective 
work has seemed imperative. 

After prolonged and detailed discussion by both faculty and trustees, a new 
plan has been adopted. This, though differing from the various schemes in 
operation in other colleges, is believed better suited to the needs of Wellesley than 
any of these would be. It aims to secure ample freedom in election by reducing 


required work to the lowest point desirable, and yet it aims so to guard this free- 
dom that the development of the. student shall be helped and not hindered. To 
permit students to elect freely and perhaps aimlessly from all the courses offered 
by a college entails obvious disadvantages. These have been met in some colleges 
by the adoption of a "group system." Under this system, as is well known, the 
choice of the student is made among several lines of work, while the subjects to 
be jDursued by the chooser of any given line are determined with a considerable 
degree of minuteness by the faculty. This method is of course open to the criti- 
cism that it makes specialists of those who have not yet sufficient general educa- 
tion. To avoid this danger the elective work at Wellesley is henceforth to be 
divided into two nearly equal parts. Thus, in regard to a certain number of elec- 
tives the student is under no control from the faculty ; in deciding upon the 
remainder, she is under certain restrictions. 

In elaborating the plan, the nature of this restriction called for careful consid- 
eration. The group system is admirably adapted to the case of those who seek a 
profound knowledge of one subject simply from love of the subject, or to those 
who propose to become teachers of some chosen specialty. The call for persons 
who can teach a single subject is, however, comparatively small ; the larger por- 
tion of Wellesley graduates who expect to enter the profession of teaching wish 
to present a good degree of preparation in several subjects, and it has seemed just 
to recognize the claims of this large and earnest class of students, in constructing 
a comprehensive scheme of college work. Moreover, many girls enter college, 
not because they wish to prepare for teaching or to enter upon a course of special 
study, but because they wish to lend to life, however its lines may be laid, the 
widest sympathy and the largest outlook possible. To meet the needs of all these 
classes it has been arranged that each student must show before graduation that 
six courses have been taken as follows : either three in each of two subjects, or 
three or four courses in one subject, with three or two courses in one or two tribu- 
tary subjects. Thus the student might take in the one case an equal number of 
courses in Latin and history ; in the other case she might take a considerable 
amount of botany and a smaller amount of chemistry and physics. 

The work is so proportioned that about one-third of the amount necessary for a 
degree consists of electives subject to the conditions just named ; a little less than 
one-third, of electives upon which no restrictions have been placed ; and a little 
more than one-third, of required studies.* The subjects absolutely required are 
mathematics, philosophy, English composition, physiology, and hygiene, and 
Bible study ; every student must take also one language and two sciences. Yet 
even into a large part of this nominally required work there enters the element of 



choice. Thus the student may satisfy the language requirement by electing either 
Greek, Latin, Anglo-Saxon, French, German, Italian, or Spanish ; she may satisfy 
the science requirement by selecting any two from the various sciences offered by 
the college. To a large extent the required subjects will be taken in the early part 
of the course, while the later years will be left free for elective studies. 

Freshmen entering next autumn will be placed upon the new curriculum, and 
on completing the requisite number of courses will receive the degree of B. A. In 
anticipation of this change, the class which entered in '92 was placed on a pro- 
gram which readily admits of immediate transfer to the new basis at the beginning 
of the next college year. 

No change in the entrance requirements will be made at present, but in the 
autumn of '95 ability to read easy prose in a third language will be ranked among 
the requisites for admission. A year of natural science is to be required for 
admission as soon as possible. Until required for admission, it may be offered 
for entrance instead of " the ability to read easy prose in a third language." 

* Required of all Students. 
Mathematics ... 4 hours. Language ... 4 hours. 

English Composition . 3 " Natural Science . f 7 " 

Philosophy . . 3 " Physiology and Hygiene, 1 " 

Bible .... 4 " 

Physical training, — three appointments per week in Freshman year. 

Elocution, — two appointments per week in Sophomore year. 

f In Freshman year — four hours. 

JSociefg (ttofes. 

The regular meeting of Society Phi Sigma was held Saturday evening, Febru- 
ary 18. The following program was presented : — 

Browning's Lyrics. 

1. The Nature Lyrics 

2. The Love Lyrics . 

3. The Art Lyrics 

4. Song — " One Way of Love " 

5. .Browning's Use of the Lyric 

Gertrude Carter 
. Mary Tooker 
Bertha Longley 
Caroline Hough 
Ethel Stanwood 

The regular meeting of the Classical Society took place Saturday evening, Feb. 
25, with the following program : — 

Homeric Women .... Florence W. Davis. 
Agamemnon and Menalau's . . . Jennette Moulton. 

Trojan Leaders Grace Perkins. 

News ...... Beatrice Stepanek. 


The regular meeting of Zeta Alpha was held February 25. Miss Louise Brown 
was the guest of the society. The following program was presented : — 
Reminders of Colonial and Provincial Boston. 
The Old Meeting-Houses . . . Clara Kruse, '94. 

Reading : Grandmother's Story, Oliver Wendell Holmes, 

Marion Wilcox, '93. 
Churchyards of the Old City . . . Helen Drake, '94. 

A Portrait Gallery .... Kate Nelson, '95. 

Stories from out and about Boston. 

Salem ...... Grace Grenell, '93. 

South Natick .... Mary Conyngton, '94. 

Concord and Lexington . . Helen Marie Bennett, Sp. 

Under the general subject of Greek Sculpture, the programs for last two meet- 
ings of the Art Society were as follows : — 

(February 17.) 
Early Greek Art. 
Paper : Influence of Homeric Art on Greek Art, 

Miss Hoopes. 
Paper : Pre-Homeric and Homeric Art . Miss Winton. 

Paper : Archaic Art Miss Larned. 


Discussion: Is Religion the Foundation of Art? 

T 1 f Miss Dursrin. 
Leaders : \ -»,. -r> ° 

( Miss Rogers. 

(February 25.) 

The Art of Phidias and Scopas. 

Paper : The Art of Phidias. (With Illustrations.) Miss Perry. 

Paper : The Parthenon. (With Illustrations.) Miss Whitlock. 

Paper : The Art of Scopas .... Miss Strong. 


Discussion : The Relative Merits of Phidias and Scopas. 

T , ( Miss Irish. 

Leaders : \ , ,. , 
( Miss Pond. 

Miss Maude Keller, '92, Miss Annette Finegan, '94, Miss Alberta Welsh, and 
Miss Charlotte Goodrich, '95, were received into the society. 

An opening meeting of the Agora was held February 18. The following pro- 
gram was presented : — 

Extemporaneous speeches on questions of the day. 
Home Rule Bill ..... Mary Young, '93. 
Annexation of Hawaii .... Susie Hawley, '94. 
Kansas Troubles Carrie Mann, '93. 


The Senate. 
Morning business : 

Petition for passage of a land bill in connection with the Indian appropriation 

Mary Young, '93, senator from Nebraska. 

Laid on the table. 
Report of Committee on Judiciary : 

A joint resolution to amend the Constitution so that senators shall be elected by 
the direct vote of the people. 

Susie Hawley, '94, senator from Vermont. 
Bill to provide for temporary government in cases such as Hawaii. 

Agnes Damon, '93, senator from Massachusetts. 
Referred to committee. 
Close of morning business. 

Calendar Bill. 

Bill to provide for the further restriction of immigration : 

Speech in favor of bill, Arline Smith, '95, senator from New Hampshire. 
Speech in favor of bill, Eleanor Kellogg, '94, senator from New York. 
Speech against the bill, Louise McNair, Special, senator from Missouri. 

Message from the House with bill to be signed. 
Bill reported all right by Committee on Enrolled Bills; bill signed. Committee 
instructed to take to the President of the United States. 

Speech in favor of the bill, Annie Vinal, '94, senator from Massachusetts. 
Speech against the bill, Kate Andrews, '93, senator from Indiana. 
Question called for by one-fifth of members present, by aye and nay vote. 
Vote by roll call ; bill passed. 
Two pairs. 
Senate adjourned. 

Regular Meeting, February 25. 
Extemporaneous Speeches : 

Cleveland's Cabinet .... Caroline Field, '94. 

Appeal of Princess Kaiulani . . Kate Andrews, '95. 

Relations between the Cleveland and Tammany Wings 

of the N.Y. Democracy . . . Ora Slater, '94. 

Growth of the Protective Tariff Idea . Grace Dewey, '93. 

History of American Currency . . Agnes Damon, '93. 


Part Played by Slavery in American Politics, Helen Mason, '93. 
Growth of National Feeling . . Mai - y Young, '93. 

The Forerunners of the Democratic and 

Republican Parties . . . Bertha Jackson, '94. 

The regular program meeting of the Shakespeare Society was held in the Art 
Library on Saturday evening, February 25, 1893, at seven o'clock. The follow- 
ing was the program : — 

I. Shakespeare News ....... Miss Waymouth 

II. The Comedie Francaise ...... Miss Emerson 

III. Dramas and French Comedy .... .Miss Bartholomew 

IV. Dramatic Representation. 

Antony and Cleopatra, Act I., Scene 2. 

V. Sardou's Cleopatra ....... Miss Anderson 

VI. A Modern Comedy of Manners. 

" Le Gendre de M. Poirier" Miss Mudgett 

VII. Dramatic Representation from " Le Gendre de M. Poirier." 

The Society has recently welcomed the following new members: Miss Gertrude 
Wilson, '95, Miss Helen Kelsey, '95, and Miss Christine Caryl, '95. 

Some time since an application was made to the Phi Sigma Society for the es- 
tablishment of a chapter in Wesleyan University, Middletown, Conn. After due 
consideration and investigation, the society decided to establish the chapter as 
requested. After all necessary details of the arrangement were completed, the 
matter was made known outside of society walls. The Beta Chapter of Phi Sigma 
begins its life small in numbers, but strong in the character and scholarship of its 
constituents. The members have been carefully chosen, and well represent the 
honor and high standing of their college. Miss Abbott, the president-elect, and 
three other members of the Beta Chapter, came to Wellesley on Saturday last for 
their initiation. This occurred immediately before the presentation of the literary 
program of the regular society meeting, held March nth. 

The program of the meeting was as follows : — 

Browning's Dramas. 

1. A Study of "A Blot in the 'Scutcheon" . . . Elinor F. Ruddle 

2. Presentation. 

3. Browning as a Dramatist ....... Mary B. Hill 

4. Presentation of " Pippa Passes." 

5. Interpretation of " Pippa Passes " . ..... Caroline Frear 


Cotfege (J5uffetin. 

March 12. A. H. Quint, D.D., preaches in the Chapel. 

March 13. Lecture on Whittier by Mr. Horace Scudder. 

March 16. Bishop Talbot of Wyoming and Idaho speaks in the Chapel. 

March 19. Rev. Frederick Palmer of Andover preaches in the Chapel. 

March 20. Concert. 

March 23. Term ends. 

April 4. Term opens. 

April 9. Dr. J. Heniston of Brooklyn preaches in the Chapel. 

April 10. Commissioner Morgan speaks on the Indian question. 

April 16. Concert. 

$fumnae (Itofes. 

A meeting of the Wellesley Club of New York was held at the home of Miss 
Lena Hay ward, 6 East 58th St., Saturday afternoon, February 25. Miss McFar- 
land, the president, presided, and after a short business meeting the club were 
very pleasantly entertained by Miss Currier, who told them much of the present 
college life, and particularly of the plans for the work of her department. The 
club had the pleasure of entertaining Miss Anna Palen, the president of the 
Wellesley Club of Philadelphia. 

Emily Briggs, '92, has been seriously ill since early in December. She is at 
663 High St., Providence, R. L, where, for the present, she may be addressed. 

Miss Anna Robertson Brown, '83, received the Philadelphia Wellesley Club at 
her home, 3603 Baring St., Saturday, January 21. The program consisted of 
music by Miss Brown and the reading of a letter from Miss Dennison, giving an 
account of interesting changes which have taken place in the college life in the 
last four years. The following members were present : — 
Miss Baker, '89. Miss Dill, '8?. 

" Vellendere, '85-'86. " Suck, '83. 

" Wiggin, '85. Mrs. Barres, '89. 

" H. Baldwin, '90. Miss Anna Palen, '89. 

" Merrill, '86. " Lodoe, '86. 

44 Leach, '86. Mrs. Mary Bean Jones, '89. 

" Dingley, '90. Miss Bessie Mackay, '89. 

Miss Spencer, '89-'9i. 


On Saturday, February n, at the residence of Miss Caroline L. Williamson, 
'89, 3230 Michigan Ave., Chicago, Misses Marion Hoyt, Jeanette Welch, Julia 
Ferris, Maud Wilkinson, and Alice Hinchcliffe Lay met to consult about the '89 
reunion, to be held in Chicago next July. Cordial letters were received from 
Miss Edith Sturges and Mrs. Hattie Weaver Krohn, who were unable to be pre- 

Mrs. Kair Gamble McCoul, '86, has removed from Chicago to Riverside, 111. 

Mrs. Louise Palmer Vincent, '86, is now living in Chicago, as her husband is a 
Fellow at the University of Chicago. * 

Miss Charlotte Anita, '89, has spent one month at the New York College Settle- 
ment and will be there for at least one month longer. 

The address of Mrs. Grace Warren Van Kirk, '85-87, is 126 Watson St., Grand 
Rapids, Mich. 

Miss Frances Palen, '89, is substituting in a church- school in Burlington, N.J. 

Miss Lucy Andrews, formerly of the Ethics Department, has recently been 
giving a course of lectures on the gas stove before the cooking-classes of Drexel 
Institute, Philadelphia. 

Miss Alice E. Dixon, '87, has charge of Ashby Hall, a school for girls at 
Springfield, Mass. 

Miss Florence Wilkinson, '92, is at home, 5520 Madison Avenue, Chicago. 
She is taking a course in German at the University and is studying with the class 
in Journalism under her father, Prof. William Cleaves Wilkinson. 

Miss Anna M. Olsson, '90, has been teaching in the Girls' High School, Brook- 
lyn, N.Y., since February 1. 

Miss Susan Wade Peabody, '86, is spending the winter in the Boston Col- 
lege Settlement. 

The officers of the Western Wellesley Association would extend a most cor- 
dial invitation to all Wellesley people, past and present, to meet with them at the 
annual luncheon which will beheld on Monday, Sept. 11, 1893, 2.15 p.m., at 
the Auditorium, cor. Michigan Avenue and Congress St., Chicago, 111. 

The price per cover will be $1.50. Will all who intend to be present kindly 
send their names before September 1 to Miss Helen Hill, 119 35th St., Chicago. 

Caroline L. Williamson, President. 

My Dear Miss James : — 

am glad and grateful for the privilege which you gave me of sending my 
most cordial greeting to the Class, my association with whom I never cease to 
value very highly. 

Yours most sincerely, 

Phillips Buooks, '89. 
233 Clarendon St., Boston, Jan. 17, 1893. 




Edith Abby Hanson, '94, at Woburn, Mass., March 6, 1893. 


Whereas — It has pleased God, in his infinite wisdom and mercy, to take from this 
earthly life our loved class-mate, Edith Abby Hanson, 

Eesolved — -That we, the members of the Class of '94, Wellesley College, do hereby 
express our deep sorrow at the loss we have experienced; 

Eesolved — That we do hereby extend our heartfelt sympathy to her family in this, 
their grief ; 

Eesolved — That a copy of these resolutions be printed in the Wellesley Magazine, 
and that a copy be sent to her family . 

Alice Welch Kellogg. 
Mary Millard. 
Caroline Williams Field. 

Signed in behalf of the Class of '94, March 7, 1893. 

William Hinchliff, born Jan. 2, 1893; died Feb. 17, 1893. The funeral service of 
William, infant son of Mr. and Mrs. Wm. E. Hinchliff, was held Saturday afternoon at the 
residence of Ealph Emerson. 

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Special attention given to young people's Fancy 
Dress Shoes. 

Usual College Discounts given. 

H. H. Carter & Co., 

Stationers and Engravers, 


20 per eent. Discount 

on purchases made by 

Students from Wellesley College. 

3 Beacon Street, 

Your attention is called to our stock of 


Toilet and Desk Funishings in Sterling and Plated Silver. 


Marble and Iron Clocks, $6.00 to $20.00. 

Stock in all departments always complete. 

A, Stowell & Co,, 

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New Pictures. 

Etchings, Engravings, Photographs, just 
received from the best American, English, French, 
and German publishers. 

The largest and finest stock to select from in 
New England, — and prices satisfactory. 

Special attention to Artistic Framing. 

190 Boylston Street, - - Boston. 

Artists' Materials. 


Art Studies and Books. 

Oil and Water Colors; Crayons; Materials 
for Tapestry, Painting, etc. 

Wadsmoftb, flomland & Go., 

82 & 84 Washington St., Boston. 
Principal Factories, i ""gi^^E. 

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Umbrellas, Parasols and Canes. 

Special attention given to covering and repairing. 

9 Temple Place, 

A. N. Cook & Co., 

Importers, Manufacturers, Jobbers and Dealers in 

Fine Hats and Fine Furs, 

377 & 379 Washington St., 

Opp. Franklin St., BOSTON. 







Gloves and Veiling. 

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all Bronchial affections, Coughs, HusMness, etc., is 

Bronchial Cough 


It was never advertised until the demand from the successful use 
of the Syrup promised its general use. 

Physicians, Ministers, Public Speakers, Singers, are now sending 
for it from all parts of the United States. 

25 Cents a Bottle at Druggists. 

Physicians' Prescriptio's carefully prepared. All the Drugs 
and Druggists' Sundries needed in the home always in stock. 

WM. A. CHAPIN, Apothecary, 

Under U. S. Hotel, Boston. 




Opposite Railroad Station, Wellesley. 

Cut Flowers and Plants of the Choicest Varieties on 
hand. Floral designs for all occasions arranged at 
shortest notice. Orders by mail or otherwise promptly 
attended to. Flowers carefully packed and forwarded to 
all parts of the United States and Canada. 

in all Departments 
of Literature . . 

can be found at our store. The largest 
assortment in Boston of the popular and 
standard authors. Also a large variety at 
special reductions. Large variety of Bibles, 
Prayer Books, Booklets, etc. 


De Wolfe, piske & Go., 

The Archway Bookstore, 

101 <fc 365 Washington Street, 


[\\r$. U7. B. <?roeker, 

Importer and Designer of 

494 Washington St., Boston. 



Wellesley Pharmacy, 

<^ft>. U/. p^r, proprietor. 


Physicians* Prescriptions a Specialty. 

Finest Roadbed on the Continent. 




First Glass Through Gar Hoate 

To the West. 

Through Trains leave Boston as follows: 

8.30 a. m. (ex. Sunday) Day Express. 
10.30 a. m. (daily) Chicago Special. 
2.00 p. m. (dally) North Shore Limited. 
3.00 p. m. (ex. Sunday) St. Louis 

5.00 p. m. (daily) Cincinnati and St. Louis Special. 
7.15 p. m. (daily) Pacific Express. 

Springfield Line 


Hartford, New Haven and New York. 



9.00 A. M. 

(ex. Sunday) 

3.30 P. M. 

11.00 A. M. 

(ex. Sunday) 

5.30 P. M. 

12.00 Noon 

(ex. Sunday) 

5.40 P. M. 

4.00 P. M. 


10.00 P. M. 

11.00 P. M. 


7.41 A. M. 

♦This train in composed entirely of" drawing-room 
cars, and special ticket which entitles holder to seat 
in drawing-room car required ; tickets will not be 
sold beyond seating capacity of train. 

For tickets, information, time-tables, etc, 
apply to nearest ticket agent. 



Imagine this stately Morris Chair in your 
sitting room. How it will change the present 
appearance of the room ! 

These Morris Chairs have a reputation for 
comfort unequalled by any other shape of seat. 
The back is adjustable at three angles, convert- 
ing it from a reading chair to a lounging or 
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We are offering these at 

OIVLY $23. 

Solid English Oak 
frame — broad arms 
— polished brass 
rod — upholstered 
in curled hair and 
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Paine's Furniture Co. 

48 Canal Street, Boston. 

South Side Boston & Maine Depot. 

Fine Carpets. 

The finest line of specialties in 

Axminsters, Wiltons, and 
Brussels Carpets 

ever offered by us. 
These are all our patterns, with a full line of the 



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Thorough preparation for Wellesley and other 

Colleges for Women. 

References :— Pres. Shafer, Wellesley College, 
the Misses Eastman, Dana Hall, and others. 

Circulars on application. 

Miss Charlotte H. Conant, B.A., ) p . • , 
Miss Florence Bigelow, M.A., J r nnu P di:> - 

Cotrell & Leonard, 






Illustrated Catalogue and particular* 
on application. 

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Steam Launches, Sail Boats, Row Boats, Canoes. 

First-class work done at reasonable rates. Particular attention given to Light Cedar Boats and Canoes. 

The Director of the Gymnasium and the Captains of the Boat-crews teatlfy to tha 
satisfaction which our work has given in Wellesley. 

Warerooms, 394 Atlantic Ave., 


Harriette Anthony, 



Studio, 154 Tremont Street, 



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147 Tremont Street, Corner of West, 

Jewellers and Silversmiths. 


PROGRAMS and INVITATIONS, both printed and engraved. Class Day programs a specialty. 

CLASS PINS designed and manufactured to order. 

PARASOLS and UMBRELLAS made to order, re-covered and repaired. 

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y Or;oice ^election of Kancy Baskets, Uoxes and Donbonnieres constantly 

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Pleasurable Exercise. 



with clear brain and quiet nerves. But your 
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Have you ever thought of taking a bicycle 
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We have a finely illustrated book about 
Columbia bicycles. Send to us for one. 

The gymnasium is now universally recog- 
nized as a necessary adjunct* to a college 
education. But there comes a time when the 
weather is too warm and outdoors too inviting 
to work inside. Then what is better for all- 
around exercise than the bicycle ? It will 
take you swiftly along the smooth streets 
of the city or carry you out into the 
fresh air of the open country. Back again 
to your study 








Reasons why this Bureau has gained and 
deserves the Confidence and Patronage 
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( 1 ) Because it is the oldest Teachers' Agency in New 

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Session '92 -'93 opens October 1st, 1892. Three years Graded Course. Instruction by Lectures, Clinics, 
Recitations and practical work, under supervision in Laboratories and Dispensary of College, and in U. S. 
Infirmary. Clinics and operations in most of the City Hospitals and Dispensaries open to Women Students. 
For Catalogues etc., address 


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HE. They say that college 
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Medium sized lamps to put on tables. 

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Our Fall Importations have come, and the assortment, both as to qualities and shades, is very com- 
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V LENOX." — This is our own exclusive make of Glove. It has given thorough satisfaction to 
our best customers for several years. It is a strictly first quality Suede Glove. This season's importation 
includes all the staple shades and some new shades. The following styles are very popular : 7- Hook 
Foster Lacing at #1.65 per pair, and 6-Button Mousquetaire at #1.75 per pair. We also carry this last 
Glove in lengths from 4 to 30 Buttons. 

DENT'S LONDON GLOVES— We make a specialty of Dent's English Gloves. They 
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Boston and Brookline, Mass. 

open every Monday and Tuesday. 

Duplicates of last year portraits and Tree-day 
groups can be had at the Wellesley Studio. 


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